"Tsk" grumped Melissa "Why should we help that traitor in the first place?"

"He helped save the Republic and defeated Darth Malak" reminded Marko

"But he killed Jedi! Somebody that betrays his comrades should not be forgiven that easily"

"I know" said Marko, trying to understand his friend. Melissa's Master had been killed by Revan and she swore that she would bring him to justice, but at the end, he got commemorated and praised as a 'hero' of the Republic, Melissa almost abandoned the Jedi Order when that happened "But nevertheless, he's an asset we can't afford to lose"

"And why the Exile? I thought she was reported as deceased" questioned Grandar

"She went to look for Revan a long time ago, but never returned. She must have sent a message after all this time, but she too saved the Republic from a new Sith thread. She must be found"

"Then I'll take that mission the--"

"No" said Marko, "you have to let go of your anger and the past, go with Master Shan and Trina, they'll need your skills to find him. I'll find the Exile"

She was about to protest, then realized what he meant. "The Exile mission is going to be dangerous, isn't it?"

Marko just looked at her and said "Both are dangerous, but yes, I feel that this one will be more than the other. Let's tell Master Shan of our decisions"

Both went over to the other Jedi. 'Master Shan" began to say Melissa "I, Jedi Knight Melissa Grandar, wish to volunteer on the mission... to find Revan"

"Revan?" Matala heard Bastila say. She tossed the drink aside and gave the Jedi her full attention. "You found Revan? What happened?"

Schutta, Aran thoght. She was back on her ship, away from Cathar, and was again trying to reach out with the Force when she heard Bastila's insult. Nice. No really, I'm guessing she was against fighting the Mandalorians. She had no idea who the cowardly Jedi was but she appeared to be looking for Revan as well. The connection was broken before Aran could find out anymore.
"Coruscant looks like the best place to start from," she mused. From there she would be able to follow up any further leads, possibly sense this lady Hutt if she was nearby.

Revan, in response to Bastila, flooded her mind with images. Do not embrace these thoughts right away. I'm letting you see my surroundings through my eyes. Process the imagery too quickly, and our link will be temporarily severed.

Flashes of trees, a greenish-black sky glimmering with crepuscular stars, and a dirt-covered ground. A ground like Yavin IV's, trees like Endor, and skies like Coruscant. It sinks in the Force... But it is not completely of the light. You must be cautious on your journey, as must I on this planet's suirface.

"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school." - Albert Einstein

(OOC: hmm, I dont exactly know how I can play into this RP. My character seems a bit out of place not being a jedi and all. Then again, you gotta have those extra non force sensitive guys. Perhaps as a guide to the outer rim+beyond, and I get coerced into doing it for illegal activities. I dont know, whatever.)

Teran walked slowly up the halls of the Jedi Temple. It had been so long since he had been here, so long. And he was in much different uniform then. He was already attracted stares from his obvious bounty hunter attire.

On his way up the stairs, he was stopped by a Jedi Guard. "Who are you?" He asked bluntly.

"Who I am is none of your concern." The Jedi replied coldly. "I am wondering who you are and what you are doing here."

"I came here to see the council."

"That won't be happening." The Jedi said. Teran rolled his eyes.

"No," he said, "It will be happening." He flashed his old lightsaber in front of the man, who's eyes widened at the almost out-of-place weapon hanging on his belt. "Now bring me to the Council. Now." When the man did not move, he continued. "Listen, I know what they are discussing right now - I have my sources inside this Temple. And I have important information that pertains to.... what they are looking for, let's say." He looked at the Jedi, who looked back for a long time.

Finally, he sighed, and said, "Come. I will take you to them." Smiling, Teran followed him up into the chambers.

Bastila sat in the co-pilot's seat. She sighed heavily as she waited for the others.Her stomach growled.It was then she realized she hadn't eaten all day. She had been running on adreniline since her mother's death and Revan' s message.Her head ached from all the stress. She was beginning to feel overwhelmed but she had a job to do.She rubbed her forehead and said the jedi code to herself.

Matala was no Jedi, but even she could tell that Bastila was not coping too well. The soldier busied herself for a moment, trying to distract herself by going over her blaster rifle, before she couldn't stand it anymore. She wandered about the cockpit as though she was simply waiting for the others, before reaching over and giving Bastila's shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"You'll be right," she told her. Before the Jedi could respond Matala walked off to double check her supplies.

"Hmmm." Aran Hunter had saw fit to change into her gray Jedi robes after leaving Cathar and returning to the core worlds, trying to reach out with the Force for whoever else was seeking Revan. The clothing made her feel stronger, more in tune, despite the history it carried of her return from exile.There's Atton, Mical, Mira, she mused, so it wasn't all bad. Aran cleared her mind, musing that maybe she would have done the same even were it not for the Jedi, and thought she could pick up something. No, she knew she could, it was the distressed cries that echoed through the galaxy, from Nar Shaddar to Korriban and all the way back to where Malechor was destroyed. But this time Aran did not close herself off from it, instead she tried to sort through it for one in particular, thinking that it might help lead her to whoever it was that sought Revan.

Teran walked quickly through the Temple, leaving the scowling Jedi in his wake. "Hey," he called, "you can't go in there!"

Teran ignored him. He looked through the doors and saw the council sitting down some distance away. Taking a deep breath, he walked through the doors in the council room, where a Jedi was currently saying something to the present members.

"I would like to 'assist' as well." Teran said. "I think that they would be grateful of my assistance. Yes, I know what is going on right now, even though I am not a member of the Jedi Order." He added, as the Council turned to look at him.

" Hello. I'm gonna get straight to the point. I want you to look into were the Exile could be. While you were out playing pazaak there was a council meeting going on." Bastila said.

" I take it she isn't with Revan." he guessed.

" She isn't and I want to know why. I was under the impression she left to help Revan.If she chose to go back into exile I would like confirmation on that and if she's in trouble I bet you would like to help her." Bastila said. It was well known that Atton had feelings for the Jedi Exile and that those feelings hadn't diminished over the years.

" Of course I would help her but would she allow my help is the real question." Atton replied.

Revan sliced through a couple of vines with his lightsaber, and he heard a sound. It was like wind crashing against a rock, except much more tangible. He tore through some briers, and he finally arrived at the source of the sound. A thrashing river of maroon, almost crimson water rushed across a narrow river valley that spread through a delta. Beyond that, Revan could not see.

He knelt down at the river's shore, tapping down into the liquid. It was cold and clear, almost like water, except it had no sediment. How strange. He cupped some of it in his hand and peered into the crystal-like water. Revan would dehydrate if he didn't have anything to drink, and Bastila wouldn't arrive before then. He sipped the liquid. It was tasteless, yet it satiated his thirst.

Right then, he wanted to speak to Bastila again. He had to. Bastila, who are you bringing with you here? Have you found out anything about the Exile?

"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school." - Albert Einstein

Teran walked quickly to the Ebon Hawk, smiling to himself. The council had not decided to let a rogue Jedi-turned-bounty hunter assist this group that had gathered itself together, but no matter. If he could intercept communications and video from inside the Jedi Temple, he could find where the Hawk was sitting.

And, there it was, as he turned a corner. It looked as if it was prepping to leave, but the ramp was still down, and no one was in sight. Teran looked around, unhinged his lightsaber, and snuck aboard.

Matala walked out of the cargo hold, satisfied that their supplies were in order, when she saw Teran.
"They calling up more Jedi for this?" she asked, more to herself than the bounty hunter. "Guess Bastila is really wrapped up in finding Revan." The commando sniffed, looked down to one of the bunks and withdrew the vibrosword from it's sheath on her back. "Something stinks." Paying Teran no further mind she made her way to the garage so she could work on the blade at the workbench.

Bastila raced out of the ship and threw up in the nearest trash can.She then recieved Revan's message. She weakly responded." Revan , we are sending a team to find the Exile ... and you as well.I will be on the mission to find you. So much time we have lost that we can never get back...."

Revan felt a strange disturbance. What was that? Never mind. Communicating for this long will make us both weak. We both need all of our strength. I might not be very far out from the Outer Rim. I feel like I've been traveling in circles for the past few months... You should be able to find me in a few days if you go straight to my coordinates.

"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school." - Albert Einstein

Bastila smiled at Trina." For now I'm okay.Revan mentioned that it would take a few days to get to him if we follow his coordinates.The sooner I...we find him the better we all will be.My mother recently died ,she was really sick but she lived many years longer than the doctors thought she would. Her illness I found out can be heriditary.How do you tell the person you love most that your on borrowed time? May the Force continue to help me slow down the progression of this wretched thing. You remind me of me when I was younger except your nice were I was icy. I feel comfortable telling you this. You are one of the few who know the truth now, though I know there has been rumors about my health for sometime."

Bastila smiled back." I've been debating do I tell Revan exactly how ill I am through the Force or in person. If I say it through the Force I don't have to see his face become so sad. The again this Revan we are talking about. He probably already senses something's wrong with me. We are Force bonded after all and that hasn't seemed to dimish with time."

Bastila hesitated but answered. " I'm sick Revan, I have what my mother had.If something should happen to me ,there's something you should know. You have a daughter. Stubborn girl is determined to come with me to meet you.She's a lot like you."

" This may be alot to ask but can you..in the event I don't survive ,can you watch over my daughter ,Raven. She's so headstrong just like her father, Revan. Not many outside the Order know about her. She's in her chambers meditating.She was very determined to come." Bastila told Trina.

(alright, im just gonna jump back into this RP. this is just how im gonna join up with you guys.)

Sefton was sitting on top of nearby skyscraper next to the Jedi temple. Word leaked out through his buddies in the Exchange that the Ebon Hawk was somewhere on Corusant. There was no doubt in Sefton's mind that many would pay handsomely to come into the possesion of the famous ship. Whether for practical uses or as a collectors item. Plus, where ever the Ebon Hawk goes is surely an important place considering Galaxy wide affairs and brokering important information paid handsomely as well. All he would need to do is a little eavesdropping.

Sefton had been sitting high on the building surveying the temple for hours now. Perhaps he needed a better angle, perhaps they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon and he could be up here for days, or perhaps he needed another cigarette.

One last peak. Sefton thought and looked through the binoculars and saw the Ebon Hawk ascending out of the temple. He could recognize it anywhere, even if the last time he had seen it was during the Battle of Rakata Prime.

Quickly Sefton jumped up and kicked open the box that was sitting next to him. Inside was a shoulder launched missile launcher. But it wasn't to shoot the Hawk out of the sky, no. How would he be able to make any money of this endeavor otherwise? Sefton hoisted it up onto his shoulder and locked onto the ship as it flew overhead. He fired and missile quickly caught up with it. The warhead broke off attaching itself to the hull. Hopefully nobody on board noticed, that's what these things were designed for anyways. The most they might hear is a discreet "ding". Sefton had placed a long range tracker on the Hawk, and the computer systems on his own ship were already beginning to process where it was going.

A droid's voice: "Last warning: Give up the device or you will be terminated immediately."
Another: "Alright, I give in to brute force. Here you are. You will be in trouble for this. Wiping my memory will not make this legal."

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The old, blind Sullustan listened to the words from the holo, while the droid who had brought the message busied itself at the workbench:

"...is my lastest creation, old friend. He is on a mission for me, so please help him if you can. He can fix minor issues himself, he'll probably just need to use your workbench..."
A loud, clanging noise hurt the Sullustan's ears: The droid had dropped a spanner.

"You alright? You need my help repair you? I still am master tech."

"Thank you kindly, Master Tien, I was only adjusting a motivator when I lost my grip on the hydro-spanner. There, I have put it back and your workbench is in perfect order.
I have finished my repairs and I must leave you now. Please give me my credentials back. Thank you."

After the droid had left, Tien Tubb went over to his workbench and examined it carefully, but found nothing wrong. He had had a strange feeling about that droid his old friend had sent, and where had his own droids gone? They had taken hours to come back to him and could not give answers.

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A figure on a roof silently watched, as a droid purposefully studied an advertising screen.

Atton stood and watched the Ebon Hawk disappear through the atmosphere.

There you go, he thought, and keep Revan busy till I've cleared this mess that Aran left me in. He felt a tap on his shoulder:

"Excuse me, sir. Master Mical sends me to accompany you on your quest for Mistress Hunter. I am HX-20. Are you ready to leave yet, and what course do you plan to take? I am a well-made and experienced protocol droid. Do you realize how valuable an asset to your company you have in me? I may at times even use weaponry to defend you, sir. Or a game of pazaak, perhaps?"

"OK, here's your first order: go and deactivate yourself!"

"Can do, but won't, sir. Your order contrasts my programming to assist and protect you. I am sorry for the inconvenience. Why the hostility, sir? I was sent to help you. Would you care to see my credentials from my master, Bao Dur? They rest with Master Mical who sent me."

"Go and see Mical? No, not really. - OK, come along. And stay by the airlock, in case I wanna be a little 'pushy' towards you."

Teran was quietly jolted out of his thoughts by a small "ding" that seemed to come from the hull of the ship. Shaking his head, he laid back down, his thoughts wondering again. Eventually, though, they came back to one thing - one person... See? he thought, as if talking to someone else, See what I've become? I'm different now. I'm not the same brainless padawan anymore, wandering around without a care in the galaxy. I'm responsible now - I've stopped running, and I've stopped hesitating. If I had that choice again, I'd save you this time. I wouldn't lose my head.

He closed his eyes as the "conversation" ended, not caring whether anyone had heard. Only he knew the "someone" he was talking to as if that person was really there. It would stay that too.

As if he had just woken up, he jumped out of the bunk and headed for the cockpit (better now than never, he thought), and wondered what exactly the Jedi's reaction would be to his presence on the ship would be. Never could figure Bastila out, he thought. But as long as she doesn't chop my head off for this, I guess I'll be ok.

Schutta, there are subtler ways of getting my attention. He said to himself. As he made his way back to his ship at the spaceport, Sefton contemplated looking for these people. But that would be too much effort and he figured they would find him. No worries, nobody had a faster quick draw then him. But just to be sure Sefton loaded two shells into his double barrelled flechette launcher. There'd probably be many of them even though aiming wasn't a problem, this was just faster.

Aren, the jedi exile, was walking through the Catina and spotted the Twilek that once played pazzak with Atton." This planet brings back so many memories, mostly of Atton. I wonder how my favorite scoundrel is doing. He would be so disappointed in me. I failed my mission and myself. No better place to hide then on a planet of lost dreams."

What the... He couldn't believe Slycks was advertising with everyone and their grannies chasing him. Seems like someone set you up, old 'buddy'. Hey I'm a Jedi now, I'm one of the good guys now. Wanna play some pazaak for no credits at all?

"A Mr Slycks seems to be offering transportation, sir. May I point your attention towards this advertisement, please?"

"No idea who that guy is. Let's go and see if we find him."

Leading them away from the Temple, Atton made for the next cantina. He badly needed time to think, and that sorry excuse for a droid got on his nerves. That piece of tin breaks every record, damnit. One hour and I already wish he'd grow some guts I could hate.

"You stay outside where I can see you. No droids allowed in here."

"Oh, but sir, I assure you..."

Atton went in without another word. He sat down by himself and imagined what the Exile would look like now. And, what would she be like? Fifteen years since she pulled that stunt on him, and somehow, she had stopped his clock. The others, 'The Lost Jedi', founders of the new order and the council, they all had managed to get on with their lives, somehow. Even Mical had been seen in female company and had reportedly not been running away. Atton's mind swung back to Malachor V:
"Need any company? I mean, I'm not doing anything. Besides, if I'm not around to bail you out of trouble, who knows what could happen. All right, then. Where are we going again? I mean, because last time, we were heading toward this mining colony on the edge of space, and there was this Sith Lord, and..."
...and they had gone to Nar Shaddaa, once again. And that had been it. Fifteen years ago. A month ago. Fifteen years ago. A week ago. Fifteen years ago. Yesterday. Fifteen years.

Turning the hilt of his lightsaber in his hands, Atton thought: I'm still in this. For my own sake. I never replaced the crystal you gave me when I built this thing.

A memory flashed through his mind. Now he knew. He got up and almost ran out of the cantina.

"Come on, HX, we're off!"

"Where to, sir?"

"We're going to Dantooine, and if you behave maybe you're gonna live to see it."

The loading ramp to the Vagabond was not down when he arrived, and thats the way he had it when he left. Sefton lowered the ramp remotely and readied his double barrelled flechette launcher. There where some crates nearby, he walked over to them and stood behind. If somebody was coming they were going to get a chest full of shrapnel.

"Really, sir, you did say you didn't know who the gentleman was, so I must insist you let me handle this. Please, sir. I am trained for such matters." Hopefully, Mr Slycks holds to our agreement, HX-20 thought to himself. Just why is Mr Rand so terribly hostile towards me? Oh, dear me, I have been warned, but I am trying my very best to be friendly.

The droid and his Jedi had arrived at a small, remote landing pad, out of sight of the bustling crowds. They saw a seemingly abandoned ship that HX identified to be the Vagabond. The knew it so he didn't really need to check but there was no way he could let the Jedi in on this. Yet. The ramp was down and there were no maintenance droids around.

"Protocol override: Mr Rand, this is not a standard procedure. I must warn you that danger may be imminent. Please, be alarmed and keep any means of defence you may have ready to use. Thank you. I may administer provisory medical help should you malfunction."

"Whatever. I'll stay right here and since you asked for it, you're gonna go up there and see if you get shot. Maybe I'll even drag you to a tech to repair you."

"I beg to differ, sir. Master Mical is not my master. I was made by Bao Dur. I have valid credentials." Oh, stuff it, Mr Rand! If you knew how you make my circuits hurt...

HX slowly stepped forward to the ship. If I just walk up there and say 'Oh, Mr Slycks, how nice to see you again,' this won't go down too well with Mr Rand, I'm afraid. I will have to tell him someday, however. Adopting a stance of carefulness as best as his motivators allowed him, the two metres tall droid approached the ship's ramp. He forced himself to give no heed to Mr Rand's chuckles.

"Hello? I am looking for a Mr Sefton Slycks on behalf of transportation for Mr Atton Rand of the Jedi Order and myself. We have seen your advertisement and wish to employ your kind service to take us to Dantooine."

"Hello?"

Giving up his silly stance, HX-20 briskly walked back to join Atton again.

"There seems to be noone aboard, sir. Unfortunately, I am not provided with sensors to scan our surroundings. May I propose the purchase of a T unit equipped for such matters in the near future? I am provided with the necessary credits."

"Give me a break, OK? Where did you get credits? Not from the order, I would know about it. So?"

"Pazaak is a favourite pastime of mine, sir, and I am quite a prolific player."

"Pazaak? You? Hey, OK, forget about it. If we ever find a T droid, you pay. Now get back to the ship."

"That seems to be futile, sir."

"Look, I lied, OK? I know Sefton from way back on Nar Shaddaa. From my not-so-great past. I'll go check the ship myself."

Atton walked over to the Vagabond and tried to look casual. He felt the droid grin behind his back. Droids can't grin, he told himself. That one sure does. Drat.

"Hey, Sef!" he shouted, "You in there? It's me, Atton! Hey, come on out man, I need a ride, badly! Nice ship, by the way!"